The morning sun poured softly through the window as you sat on the edge of the bed, braiding your five-year-old daughter’s hair for her very first day of school. She wiggled with excitement, her little feet kicking the air, unaware of the bittersweet ache in your chest.

Your husband, Dylan, stepped into the room, freshly showered and smiling, a towel around his neck and the scent of breakfast still clinging to him. “I finished the pancakes,” he said, picking up the hairdryer. Without a word, he knelt behind you and gently began drying your hair while you continued to braid hers.

Your daughter giggled, the room full of soft warmth and morning light. When you were done, she jumped up and threw her tiny arms around your neck. “I love you, Mommy!”

You hugged her tightly, tears spilling over as you whispered, “I love you more, baby.”

“Can Daddy have a kiss too?” Dylan grinned, tilting his cheek.

She stood on her toes and kissed him with a loud mwah, and he laughed, scooping her up in his arms.

You reached for her again, hugging her close as sobs broke through your chest. “She’s growing up so fast,” you cried, unable to stop.

Dylan pulled you into his side, smiling gently as he kissed your head. “If you keep crying like that,” he teased, “I guess it’s time to give Rhea a baby brother or sister.”

You looked up at him through your tears, caught between laughter and emotion.

“What do you think, sweetheart?” he added, brushing your hair back. “We can start after we drop Rhea off at school.”

Rhea giggled, clapping her hands. “I want a baby sister!”

You and Dylan laughed, the ache in your chest softening as love filled every corner of the room.